1142: Borrowing money

"Swish swish swish ~"

The heavy rain had not stopped, and in the streets and alleys of the County, few pedestrians held umbrellas.

Most moved about in a hurry, revealing an abnormal busyness.

"Damn it, it's already a great mercy that I'm willing to lend money in this day and age.

Not only did he not return the money, but he also called the Police saying I was lending at high interest!"

Under the shroud of the rain curtain, in a somewhat old house, a muscular man with a buzz cut and an Azure Dragon tattoo on his right arm, his face twitching with flesh, his eyes filled with fierce light.

"But you can't hit people!"

You took your subordinates and beat him so badly he was hospitalized.

Now, not only is the money offset by medical expenses, but you also stayed in jail for over half a month.

Can you consider the consequences before doing things in the future?

This is not the era of your youth anymore!"

In the house, the woman washing clothes on the balcony had a tone filled with resentment.

The muscular man with the buzz cut heard this and looked unconvinced: "How could I not have considered the consequences?"

"If I didn't make a move, wouldn't those subordinates see me as a softie?"

Would they still follow me in the future?

How else would I make money to support you and the Child?"

"Now this World is already in such chaos, and the TV still talks nonsense about things getting better!"

"If you ask me, the era when thugs ran rampant during my youth will return sooner or later!"

"Just in our small County, three genuine high-interest lenders have appeared this year.

Didn't you see the news a while ago?

A middleman was stabbed to death right here in our County.

A bunch of unemployed loafers do nothing all day, just wander around.

Don't you think it's chaotic now?"

"Sigh."

The woman shook her head, unable to refute this, and could only offer a piece of advice: "Don't learn from those people and raise the interest too high, turning it into genuine high-interest lending.

This business itself is already a key focus for the Police."

"If I were like those three places and genuinely lent at high interest, would I let you and the Child live in this broken house?"

"But if things get completely chaotic later, I'll be forced to do it sooner or later!"

"In this World, if you're not ruthless, you can't survive!"

Saying this, Hong Lei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"The Child is still sleeping in the room, go outside to smoke."

The woman frowned.

Hearing this, Hong Lei still put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Did you hear me?!"

"Who said I was going to smoke?

Can't I just hold it in my mouth to satisfy the craving?!"

With the cigarette butt dangling from his lips, the cigarette swayed back and forth as A Man spoke.

"Buzz buzz buzz ~"

Just then, Hong Lei's telephone rang in his pocket.

The woman consciously remained silent.

Looking at the incoming call, Hong Lei glanced at the woman washing clothes, then glanced at the locked door of his eldest Hong Lei's daughter on the other side, picked up the car keys from the coffee table, and got up to walk out of the house: "Hello?"

In the corridor of the old residential area, Hong Lei looked at the heavy rain outside and answered the telephone.

"Boss Lei, we have business again, it's a big deal!"

After the telephone connected, the subordinate's voice on the other end carried excitement.

"Big deal?"

Casually taking out a lighter to light the cigarette dangling from his mouth, Hong Lei took a deep puff, then frowned and said: "How big?"

"One million!

They want to borrow one million!"

"Can they afford to repay?

It's not some overconfident fool, is it?"

Hong Lei was swallowing Yun and spitting Wu, unperturbed by this.

"They only borrow for three days, saying they will repay after three days!

And they say they'll repay us double directly!"

The subordinate on the other end of the telephone emphasized.

"You believe that bullshit?

Quickly tell him to scram."

Hong Lei frowned and shouted at the subordinate on the other end of the telephone.

"I..."

The subordinate was momentarily speechless.

"You are Little Knife's Boss, Boss Lei, right?"

Suddenly, a young voice appeared on the other end of the telephone.

"Boss Lei, I am the person who wants to borrow one million from you.

Everything Little Knife said is true.

For details, we can talk in person."

"This is a big business opportunity delivered right to your doorstep.

If you don't take it, I can only find someone else."

The voice on the other end of the telephone was very young, at most no older than twenty-five, but this calm demeanor was as mature as someone in their thirties or forties.

Hong Lei puffed on his cigarette twice, until the smoke he exhaled somewhat blurred his face, then said: "Kid, you'd better genuinely want to borrow money and be capable of repaying it."

After speaking, A Man hung up the telephone, grabbed the car keys, and walked downstairs.

...

Beef and Lamb Noodle Restaurant.

"Bang ~"

After Hong Lei closed the car door, three or four subordinates in the noodle restaurant came forward with umbrellas to greet him.

"Boss Lei."

"Boss, it's that kid."

After a brief meeting, one of the Huang Mao youths stood beside Hong Lei, pointing to a young person eating noodles at a table in the noodle restaurant.

The moment he saw the other party, Hong Lei's brows furrowed.

The other party looked too young, like a Student.

"How old is this kid?"

Turning his head to look at the Huang Mao beside him, Hong Lei asked directly.

"Boss, this is the kid's ID card.

He directly took out his ID card, which shows quite a bit of sincerity."

Huang Mao took out a document from his person and gave it to Hong Lei.

"Wang Yang, 18 years old?"

When he saw the age entry, Hong Lei's expression completely sank.

He strode forward, stopping in front of the other party: "Kid, I don't like jokes.

Are you sure you really want to borrow this money?"

"Let me tell you in advance, if you can't repay, the consequences are not something you can bear."

While Hong Lei was speaking like this, the young man opposite was still burying his head and gulping down the food in his bowl, as if he hadn't eaten noodles for several years.

After he finished eating, he wiped his mouth, still wanting more, and looked up at Hong Lei.

"Boss Lei, don't worry, I will definitely repay what I borrow!"

Saying this, Wang Yang knew the other party wouldn't give him money just based on a single sentence.

Therefore, after fumbling around on his person for a while, he took out a contract."

"Boss Lei, I've already drafted the contract.

If I don't repay within three days, just go to my house and take my house, and the car under my name!"

"My house is in the suburbs, it's a villa my parents bought for me before they passed away.

My car is an RV, it cost over one million when I bought it!"

"Take a look at the contract."

Wang Yang said, and at the same time pushed the contract in his hand towards Hong Lei.

During this process, Wang Yang's face always wore a harmless smile.

However, in his eyes, there was a hidden meaning of looking at dead people.

After taking out the contract, while Hong Lei was looking at it, Wang Yang waved to the Boss again: "Boss, another bowl of noodles!"

Just as Wang Yang finished another bowl of noodles, Hong Lei put a cigarette in his mouth: "He does have some family wealth."

"Alright, I won't ask what you're taking this money for.

If the money isn't paid in three days, I'll be there on time to collect the house and car.

Don't even think about running away from me!"

Hong Lei put away the contract, looked at Wang Yang across the table, and pulled a ferocious and ruthless expression onto his face.

"I won't, I've always been very trustworthy."

Wang Yang revealed a relaxed smile, as if repaying so much money was indeed very easy for him.

In reality, from the moment he started borrowing money, he never intended to repay it!

The end of the World was coming tomorrow, and by then, more than half the people in the whole World would die!

What debts, would they still have any meaning?

Among these seemingly fierce guys, it would be good if even one could survive the end of the World!

If it weren't for the time it takes to sell a house, Wang Yang would already be preparing to sell his house now.

But thankfully, within such a short time, he still managed to rake in one million using this method!

Looking at the text message on his telephone confirming the money arrived, Wang Yang then looked at Hong Lei in front of him: "Thanks, Boss Lei."

"I helped you make such a big deal, could you trouble you to help pay for the noodles?"

After speaking, Wang Yang left the noodle restaurant directly, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

Only Hong Lei was puffing on his cigarette, looking at the flawless contract in his hand, his brows still furrowed.

"Boss, can this kid really be trusted?"

One million is not a small amount, what if it's gone down the drain, we..."

To Hong Lei's left, a bald Fatty wearing a black t-shirt said with some worry.

"Old Pig, you're just too cowardly!"

Like you, how can our business grow?"

The one speaking was the Huang Mao to Hong Lei's right.

Just as Huang Mao's voice came out, another skinny thug playing with a butterfly knife in his hand also chimed in: "Yeah, Old Pig, can you stop being so cowardly?

Boss Lei has already decided, and the money has already been given out.

Now you say it might be gone down the drain, aren't you slapping the Boss's face?"

"Enough!"

Seeing that a few subordinates were about to argue, Hong Lei frowned and suppressed their emotions.

His gaze swept across the faces of these subordinates, and a hint of disappointment flashed in Hong Lei's eyes.

These subordinates under him were all very ordinary thugs, only gathering together when there was money to be made, just to scare honest people.

Now they talk about not being cowardly, but when it comes to fighting, they are more cowardly than anyone.

Boasting and being fence-sitters were the nature of these guys.

Besides considering making money to support these guys, he also had to maintain his authority and manage these thugs who had no loyalty whatsoever.

If it weren't for being forced by circumstances, truly having no one usable under him, Hong Lei would never have any contact with these guys.

In fact, he wanted to have a group of strong subordinates, and living a good life was also very simple.

He just needed to return to his old line of work.

If there was big money to be made, those subordinates from back then would definitely come back one by one to follow him.

But this was just a thought.

Hong Lei looked at his weathered face in the glass door beside him, knowing that the current World, just as his wife said, was no longer the era of back then.

Being a bit more settled, he might not live well, but he would live longer.

"Lao Zhang, have you not managed to gather the thirty thousand you borrowed last time?"

The subordinates on both sides stopped their mutual words under Hong Lei's rebuke.

Afterwards, Huang Mao looked up and shouted at the Old man in the noodle restaurant who had been burying his head in work.

Hearing this, the Old man working in the kitchen showed a look of lament on his face.

Carrying a plate, holding several bowls of noodles filled with meat, he placed them one by one in front of Hong Lei and the others.

"Bosses, you also know that the flu has been quite severe recently, business at the shop is bad, and all the money before was used to pay the shop's rent.

For a while, I haven't been able to gather it."

"Maybe I need to postpone it for two more days."

"Postpone for two more days?!

We're waiting for this money to eat!"

Huang Mao slammed the table and said fiercely, his face full of ruthlessness.

The skinny guy playing with the knife, sitting on a plastic stool, also got up, directly pushed past the Old Man, and went straight to the cash counter.

After rummaging through it for a while, he took out a scattered few hundred yuan: "Consider this the interest for your breach of contract.

Huang Mao and I will come back tomorrow."

"Boss, this is the money for my stock!

If you take it, my business really can't continue!

I won't be able to repay the money at all!"

"If you can't repay, why don't you go borrow?

You borrowed from us, and you can't repay, so what if we collect some interest from you?

Isn't this perfectly justified?!"

"Enough!"

Hong Lei slammed the table abruptly, looking at the subordinate holding the money in his hand: "Little Knife, put the money down!"

"Boss, I don't even have money to get a room with a girl."

The young man called Little Knife had a look of reluctance and a hint of defiance on his face.

"We just did a big deal, and your damn eyes only see these few hundred yuan?"

"When you end up in jail later, and we divide the money, if you're not there, don't blame me for not giving you a share!"

Hong Lei was clearly getting somewhat annoyed with this kind of thing, his tone carrying a hint of impatience.

As these words fell, Little Knife then put the money back reluctantly, his face dark.

"Damn, he's a cowardly dog too."

A low mumbling sound came from Little Knife's mouth.

The surrounding subordinates exchanged glances and also shook their heads helplessly.

All along, Hong Lei's actions like this were frequent, so quite a bit of resentment had accumulated in the hearts of these subordinates.

If it weren't for the last time Hong Lei proactively beat the guy who didn't repay the money until he was hospitalized, and went to jail himself, showing the spirit of a Boss, at least more than half of the surrounding subordinates would have left.